With term speeding to an end, most of the things I need to do are becoming manageable.
Costume construction - under way and continuing.
Props list and other stuff for Oklahoma! - underway and continuing.
Games all running along nicely.
Obviously I need another project and luckily there is one to hand.
In a moment of lunacy back in February, husband, son and I decided to throw an Easter party for no better reason than we hadn't had a party for years. To the socially ept, this may seem like an easy thing to do. Allow me to explain that this is not so around our place.
Although I am quite good at making and keeping friends, along with the rest of my immediate family I am petrified of large gatherings. Parties in particular. As a teen, I never went to them. Partly because I wasn't invited to any (extreme introvert and reluctant to leave the safe confines of my bedroom), partly because even if I had been invited, I'd have worked myself into such a state of trauma that I wouldn't have gone.
The family record is not good in this respect. It is, therefore, a little strange that we decided on a whim to hold a massive Easter egg hunt for what now looks like about 35-40 people on Easter Sunday. The British weather being what it is, the current warm and Spring-like spell is unlikely to last. I mention this only because we're planning to hold said egg hunt in the garden. In the event of rain, it will be inside.
Several challenges await.
The house must be tidied. Not simple. We live in a very large house indeed and it is packed to the gunnels with what can only be described as clutter. For guests to get through the door without injury, something must be done. Son has agreed to help. Amazingly.
Mass catering must ensue. This is fun and easy. No problems there. Except that in my nightmares, all guests decide they have better things to do and don't come. Always an embarrassing possibility with parties.
Eggs must be purchased. Also fun and easy, but brings me back to the original title of this post. Can there be too much chocolate? Clearly I can live on the stuff and I know I'm not alone in this, but I've got a slight fear that unless we make some kind of uber-spreadsheet, we may well be finding unfound Easter eggs well into next year.
So far I've got lots on order. No recent shopping trip has been complete without adding a couple of packets of chocolate eggs of varying types to the basket.
Guilt-free shopping for chocolate. Lovely.